Every few months, Sam and I cross paths. Accidentally at first, now on purpose. Our first encounter was tense, which turned to passion. We've agreed it would never be more than physical, a release. Relationships didn't work with hunters.
My GPS stated I was 10 miles from the bunker. Well, the area of the bunker anyway. Pressing the accelerator, I sped up. Sam hadn't a clue I was coming; hell, I didn't even know if they were home. Thankfully when I arrived, the Impala was out front. I parked, and got out. Dean came up the stairs as I approached.
"Kylie." Dean laughed. "Long time." He hugged me.
"Hows things?" I asked breaking the hug.
"Same old." He shrugged. "Going for a supply run. Sam's getting some shut eye." He winked. "Go on in."
"Thanks, Dean."
After making my way inside and down the stairs, I tossed my bag and keys onto a chair and headed for his room. I approached, listening. Pressing my ear to the door, I heard quiet music and a muffled sound. Sam has a history of nightmares, so I entered quietly.
What I found was not what I expected. Sam lay across his bed, head slightly hanging off the opposite side. Hair dangling. Only in his pajama pants; they were down over his hips. His heels pressed into the floor and his hand was stroking himself. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open. Chest heaving.
My mouth immediately went dry. Not sure if I should stay or give him privacy, my mind reeled. I couldn't stay. As I was backing out, I swore I heard my name leave his lips in a whisper. Pausing, I heard it again. Kylie.
Deciding to be bold, I entered his room. Moving as quickly as possible, I quietly removed my shoes, shirt and jeans. From just what I'd seen, I became incredibly aroused. I leaned against his door watching a few moments longer. Watching him please himself was so intense. He was so lost in himself, he hadn't heard me enter.
I moved between his spread legs. Crouching slightly, I ran my hands up his tense thighs. "Sam." His head lifted and his eyes opened. Surprise then relief crossed his face and he smiled. I crashed on top of him, into a furious kiss. His arms wrapped around me as he rolled us over.
Breaking from the kiss, Sam stood, allowing his pants to fall to the floor. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he leaned over me and pulled my panties over my hips. As I stood, I kicked them off. My hands held his neck, as his hands freed me from my bra. It got tossed aside.
I backed up on the bed, turning length wise. Sam followed, landing on top of me. "Sam." I said before pulling his lips to mine. My knees lifted on either side of him, and he moved slightly down my body. He was more than ready. So was I.
Without difficulty, Sam slid easily into me. My back arched into him. Our kissing turned desperate, needy. His pace was steady. Perfect. He leaned on his right elbow. His left hand ran up my arm, interlacing his fingers with mine.
Sams pace quickened, my hips met his. He knew what he was doing, and knew what I wanted. With my free hand, I gently pushed his shoulder. He pulled back, and sat up. Moving to his lap, I eased down on him. He held my hips, and once again moved together. Leaning forward, I buried my face in his shoulder, completely giving into the sensation.
"Kylie, I'm so close." He moaned after a bit.
"Oh god. Me too, Sam." I whispered. I moved my mouth to the skin just below his ear. His large hands moved up to the back of my shoulders. My hips rolled steady onto him. His thrusting up into me. I felt myself beginning to tighten around him. My lips moved to his as we both came together.
Our movements slowly subsided. My head dropped back and Sam's head leaned on my collar bone, his arms tightly around me. Our breathing slowed down, and I ran my hands through Sam's hair as I lifted my head. "Sorry, Sam."
He chuckled. "Never be sorry for that." He lifted his head. His hands tangled in my hair.
I smiled. "No I mean for interrupting you. I showed up unannounced."
"It's ok. Really." He paused, and kissed me softly. "I was actually thinking about you. You know, that time in Phoenix?"
"That was a favorite." I smiled. "This wasn't so bad, either." Noticing his sleepy eyes, I slid off his lap. "You probably want that nap now."
Reluctantly he removed his hands from my hair and stood. He went to his dresser and put on a pair of boxers. I stepped into my panties. "I do, but stay. With me." He grinned as he got into bed. I picked up my bra. "Leave it." I raised an eyebrow at him and moved in next to him. His arms wrapped around me and we settled into a comfortable position.
A good hunter never turns down a chance to sleep.
